As sunset falls upon the town, there is a minor brownout in the town's power network. As the power company works diligently to restore power, most are unaware of the Dark Energy coursing through the power systems, as at the local substation, an incomprehensible being has disconnected the service mains and is feeding its own energy through the town's power grid.
*baalz i am introing a nightmare lord if thats ok?*
*It's cool, but remember that Balios itself is the domain of an existing Nightmare Lord.*
*yeah, i getcha. This guy is not even doing this to harm anyone, he's just hungy*
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Felix is playing Doom 2 on his computer in anticipation of Doom 3 coming out next year. He occasionally leans out to take a glance at the restaurant and make sure people know that he's here if they need him.
Violence comes back from one of his 'walks'. Blood covers his clothes, and he seems to be putting his manacles back down, which tells Felix it was a particularly gruesome spree if he freed himself from them.
His eyes widen slightly. "Hey, man. You alright?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Amatarou is at the Balios Bar (new one), trying alcohol for the first time in over a century.
Felix is playing Doom 2 on his computer in anticipation of Doom 3 coming out next year. He occasionally leans out to take a glance at the restaurant and make sure people know that he's here if they need him.
The Mother, in cloaked form, sits next to him, smoking a cigarette.
He sighs. "It still tastes like vomit."
They chuckle.
”oh, dear, unfortunate… though, i don’t think the taste is exactly why people love drinking it so much…”
It chuckles. “You are right… Now, how about we play a game? You ask me any amount of questions. I answer truthfully. Every time you ask a question, I bring you a bit closer to the edge of the bridge.”
"And when does the game end? When my thirst for knowledge is quelled enough to survive, or yours?" He asks, smiling just a little bit, excited by the risk as adrenaline begins pumping through his veins.
”well, it ends when either you stop asking questions, or you fall off the bridge. Exciting, isn’t it?”
"Curiosity or survival, which do I value more, why not give it a shot. The victims who went missing on this bridge, how many of them did you kill? Or if not kill what did you do with them" He asks, his eyes glowing with questioning.
”hmm… ten of nineteen went missing on this very bridge… I killed and devoured nine of them. And oh, they were simply delicious…” it says. suddenly, he is pulled backwards by threads attached to his arms, legs, and neck towards the edge of the bridge, about five feet. It’s fifteen feet away now.
"Did you do it purely for the sake of consuming them or was there another motivation, if so, what would that be? I know you are more than a beast who exists on base instincts, you are too powerful for that." He begins to panic the slightest bit, visibly trying to think up an idea for something.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I think I'm... the looming dread that is always in the back of ones mind, knowing that they'll eventually have to return from their distraction and back to that stagnancy they are so desperate to escape, thinking that maybe if they just don't think about it, the problem will vanish..." She muses, still smiling to herself.
*They do- if these three were to team up, they'd be unstoppable...*
“Oh, I do believe I am going to like you, my dear... I currently reside in the Old Balios bar, but Amatarou and I have been working together to redecorate a Casino to serve as my new domain… it is coming along swimmingly.”
*and their themes work together quite well! Amatarou being the fear of laziness and Stagnancy, the Mother being the fear of Addiction and obsession, and the Architect being what she just described. Yes, they’d be quite the horrifying trio. Nobody in Balios would be safe…*
"That does sound lovely indeed. I think I'm going to like you and Amatarou as well. Once the Fair is all operational, it should bring in more people looking to distract themselves from their problems, and when that- inevitably- doesn't work, some might turn to distractions that benefit the others, like you and your casino. Wonderful how that works, don't you think?"
“It is quite wonderful… oh, I am simply overjoyed! I have also noticed that nightmares are flocking here constantly… hopefully that won’t be much of a problem for what we have going on here… sometimes, in my years of experience, other nightmares can be quite a thorn in my side.”
"Makes sense- this place is absolutely overflowing with Dark Energy. Other, newer nightmares craving power flock to places like this like mosquitoes, trying to take as much power as they can get until they grow bloated and lazy. And like mosquitoes, they get more bothersome the more there are. Though between the three of us, we're strong enough as to make them little more than a nuisance."
Felix is playing Doom 2 on his computer in anticipation of Doom 3 coming out next year. He occasionally leans out to take a glance at the restaurant and make sure people know that he's here if they need him.
Violence comes back from one of his 'walks'. Blood covers his clothes, and he seems to be putting his manacles back down, which tells Felix it was a particularly gruesome spree if he freed himself from them.
His eyes widen slightly. "Hey, man. You alright?"
He takes a towel, beginning to wipe himself off, "I'll be back to working in 30 minutes at the most." He seems to ignore their question.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It chuckles. “You are right… Now, how about we play a game? You ask me any amount of questions. I answer truthfully. Every time you ask a question, I bring you a bit closer to the edge of the bridge.”
"And when does the game end? When my thirst for knowledge is quelled enough to survive, or yours?" He asks, smiling just a little bit, excited by the risk as adrenaline begins pumping through his veins.
”well, it ends when either you stop asking questions, or you fall off the bridge. Exciting, isn’t it?”
"Curiosity or survival, which do I value more, why not give it a shot. The victims who went missing on this bridge, how many of them did you kill? Or if not kill what did you do with them" He asks, his eyes glowing with questioning.
”hmm… ten of nineteen went missing on this very bridge… I killed and devoured nine of them. And oh, they were simply delicious…” it says. suddenly, he is pulled backwards by threads attached to his arms, legs, and neck towards the edge of the bridge, about five feet. It’s fifteen feet away now.
"Did you do it purely for the sake of consuming them or was there another motivation, if so, what would that be? I know you are more than a beast who exists on base instincts, you are too powerful for that." He begins to panic the slightest bit, visibly trying to think up an idea for something.
“You could say that, yes… I enjoy watching them struggle. Not just in my web, but in the web of their own failure, their addiction, they think they are free to control their own actions… they aren’t, it’s too bad they can’t realize that.” It coos, dragging Dib five feet closer.
”oh, dear, unfortunate… though, i don’t think the taste is exactly why people love drinking it so much…”
"I know..." He mumbles. "I don't get buzzed, though. Just sick and stupid, followed by hungover. At least some of the guys are cute..." He takes another sip of his beer.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I think I'm... the looming dread that is always in the back of ones mind, knowing that they'll eventually have to return from their distraction and back to that stagnancy they are so desperate to escape, thinking that maybe if they just don't think about it, the problem will vanish..." She muses, still smiling to herself.
*They do- if these three were to team up, they'd be unstoppable...*
“Oh, I do believe I am going to like you, my dear... I currently reside in the Old Balios bar, but Amatarou and I have been working together to redecorate a Casino to serve as my new domain… it is coming along swimmingly.”
*and their themes work together quite well! Amatarou being the fear of laziness and Stagnancy, the Mother being the fear of Addiction and obsession, and the Architect being what she just described. Yes, they’d be quite the horrifying trio. Nobody in Balios would be safe…*
"That does sound lovely indeed. I think I'm going to like you and Amatarou as well. Once the Fair is all operational, it should bring in more people looking to distract themselves from their problems, and when that- inevitably- doesn't work, some might turn to distractions that benefit the others, like you and your casino. Wonderful how that works, don't you think?"
“It is quite wonderful… oh, I am simply overjoyed! I have also noticed that nightmares are flocking here constantly… hopefully that won’t be much of a problem for what we have going on here… sometimes, in my years of experience, other nightmares can be quite a thorn in my side.”
"Makes sense- this place is absolutely overflowing with Dark Energy. Other, newer nightmares craving power flock to places like this like mosquitoes, trying to take as much power as they can get until they grow bloated and lazy. And like mosquitoes, they get more bothersome the more there are. Though between the three of us, we're strong enough as to make them little more than a nuisance."
“You are right... Once I firmly establish the casino as my lair and the entertainment district as my domain, I believe I might work a bit to clear the area of the more… troublesome nightmares.”
“You could say that, yes… I enjoy watching them struggle. Not just in my web, but in the web of their own failure, their addiction, they think they are free to control their own actions… they aren’t, it’s too bad they can’t realize that.” It coos, dragging Dib five feet closer.
"So you are intelligent enough to be cruel and entirely aware of that fact. What drew you here, out of everything and everywhere else you could be, I doubt this place has something so special it would draw three Nightmare Lords." He looks down at his shoes, looking to the water.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
”oh, dear, unfortunate… though, i don’t think the taste is exactly why people love drinking it so much…”
"I know..." He mumbles. "I don't get buzzed, though. Just sick and stupid, followed by hungover. At least some of the guys are cute..." He takes another sip of his beer.
“Oh, you are simply hilarious. By the way, I recently had a meeting with the Architect… you have met her too, correct?”
“You could say that, yes… I enjoy watching them struggle. Not just in my web, but in the web of their own failure, their addiction, they think they are free to control their own actions… they aren’t, it’s too bad they can’t realize that.” It coos, dragging Dib five feet closer.
"So you are intelligent enough to be cruel and entirely aware of that fact. What drew you here, out of everything and everywhere else you could be, I doubt this place has something so special it would draw three Nightmare Lords." He looks down at his shoes, looking to the water.
The water is dark as the night, rushing fast and strong.
”this place… it is full of darkness… it is a feeding ground, my darling… Balios is like a lush field of crops, and nightmares flock towards it and it’s inhabitants like locusts… us nightmare lords are simply the ones who know how to cultivate those crops for ourselves.”
he is dragged to the very edge, mere inches from death.
*anyone wanna rp? Either with melissa or my new guy?*
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
"I know..." He mumbles. "I don't get buzzed, though. Just sick and stupid, followed by hungover. At least some of the guys are cute..." He takes another sip of his beer.
“Oh, you are simply hilarious. By the way, I recently had a meeting with the Architect… you have met her too, correct?”
"Yeah. She's cool. Helping her get set up in town."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The water is dark as the night, rushing fast and strong.
”this place… it is full of darkness… it is a feeding ground, my darling… Balios is like a lush field of crops, and nightmares flock towards it and it’s inhabitants like locusts… us nightmare lords are simply the ones who know how to cultivate those crops for ourselves.”
he is dragged to the very edge, mere inches from death.
"Crops? If you think we are crops, than you aren't as intelligent as I excepted you to be, we are at least a little more than that." He takes off his gloves, revealing mechanical hands, with liquid pumping into them through false veins, growing a soft purple "My questions are done, thank you." He puts his gloves in his pockets.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I know..." He mumbles. "I don't get buzzed, though. Just sick and stupid, followed by hungover. At least some of the guys are cute..." He takes another sip of his beer.
“Oh, you are simply hilarious. By the way, I recently had a meeting with the Architect… you have met her too, correct?”
"Yeah. She's cool. Helping her get set up in town."
“I quite enjoyed meeting her as well. Speaking of getting set up in town, the progress on reopening the casino has been going simply swimmingly.”
The water is dark as the night, rushing fast and strong.
”this place… it is full of darkness… it is a feeding ground, my darling… Balios is like a lush field of crops, and nightmares flock towards it and it’s inhabitants like locusts… us nightmare lords are simply the ones who know how to cultivate those crops for ourselves.”
he is dragged to the very edge, mere inches from death.
"Crops? If you think we are crops, than you aren't as intelligent as I excepted you to be, we are at least a little more than that." He takes off his gloves, revealing mechanical hands, with liquid pumping into them through false veins, growing a soft purple "My questions are done, thank you." He puts his gloves in his pockets.
“It’s a metaphor, you swine.” They whisper. He hears them slink back under the bridge, as the threads connecting him to the mother threaten to snap, or to drag him under. Make a strength saving throw.
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*yeah, i getcha. This guy is not even doing this to harm anyone, he's just hungy*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
His eyes widen slightly. "Hey, man. You alright?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They chuckle.
”oh, dear, unfortunate… though, i don’t think the taste is exactly why people love drinking it so much…”
"Did you do it purely for the sake of consuming them or was there another motivation, if so, what would that be? I know you are more than a beast who exists on base instincts, you are too powerful for that." He begins to panic the slightest bit, visibly trying to think up an idea for something.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Makes sense- this place is absolutely overflowing with Dark Energy. Other, newer nightmares craving power flock to places like this like mosquitoes, trying to take as much power as they can get until they grow bloated and lazy. And like mosquitoes, they get more bothersome the more there are. Though between the three of us, we're strong enough as to make them little more than a nuisance."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He takes a towel, beginning to wipe himself off, "I'll be back to working in 30 minutes at the most." He seems to ignore their question.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I believe we now have five nightmare lords! Amatarou, the Architect, the Mother of Puppets, the Liminal, and the one Anders just introed.*
“You could say that, yes… I enjoy watching them struggle. Not just in my web, but in the web of their own failure, their addiction, they think they are free to control their own actions… they aren’t, it’s too bad they can’t realize that.” It coos, dragging Dib five feet closer.
"I know..." He mumbles. "I don't get buzzed, though. Just sick and stupid, followed by hungover. At least some of the guys are cute..." He takes another sip of his beer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He pauses his game. "Hey. If something's wrong, you can talk to me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You are right... Once I firmly establish the casino as my lair and the entertainment district as my domain, I believe I might work a bit to clear the area of the more… troublesome nightmares.”
"So you are intelligent enough to be cruel and entirely aware of that fact. What drew you here, out of everything and everywhere else you could be, I doubt this place has something so special it would draw three Nightmare Lords." He looks down at his shoes, looking to the water.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Oh, you are simply hilarious. By the way, I recently had a meeting with the Architect… you have met her too, correct?”
"Just handled some work, I know I can talk to you." He begins pouring himself a cup of coffee, going back to his caffeine addiction.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The water is dark as the night, rushing fast and strong.
”this place… it is full of darkness… it is a feeding ground, my darling… Balios is like a lush field of crops, and nightmares flock towards it and it’s inhabitants like locusts… us nightmare lords are simply the ones who know how to cultivate those crops for ourselves.”
he is dragged to the very edge, mere inches from death.
*anyone wanna rp? Either with melissa or my new guy?*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
"Yeah. She's cool. Helping her get set up in town."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Crops? If you think we are crops, than you aren't as intelligent as I excepted you to be, we are at least a little more than that." He takes off his gloves, revealing mechanical hands, with liquid pumping into them through false veins, growing a soft purple "My questions are done, thank you." He puts his gloves in his pockets.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“I quite enjoyed meeting her as well. Speaking of getting set up in town, the progress on reopening the casino has been going simply swimmingly.”
“It’s a metaphor, you swine.” They whisper. He hears them slink back under the bridge, as the threads connecting him to the mother threaten to snap, or to drag him under. Make a strength saving throw.